Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Artist: baltimore f/ cam'ron

baltimore
cam

Charli I don't think they know I'm menstrul
Let me tell 'em when I'm

one: cam'ron

I'm into don thing, donna
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' in palm springs
Long the ring, crackin'
Dirty money, the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my garage
Thug niggas using guitar
back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new york quicker, then john
Be in your mom's
Ya'll want whips, time on trial
Aye yo, y'all want chips, count ya stride
I best friend to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like behind with they wife
Well then it's true, I lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna the water
Fuckin' sell, I get the hell, I can't cross the
Never feminine, don't park the six
Right in of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless
With the to shot, right through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what I'm my man
They just want me on the crucifix, I in my hand
Fell for the plan, cam
Yo be bland!
R-i-p yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis, I'm laid up with blood like diolisists
my next son

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And get dissed
Some cats go
And off cliffs
snitch
But a fucking bitch

Some niggas
And go disp
cats want dough
And on clicks
Some
But a fucking bitch

Verse two: charli

What, yo
I'm ice shit, peirced pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck around and slice
deserve on ice chips
Tight click, we through
Dumb crew, these cats unable to to
Comotose, boast about holdin' totes
We parties, and sign our labels pacardi
Hardly ya girl next door, I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts
Sippin' swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me it
Dying kids wanna see b'more, on wish list
But I put 'em there, be what you ask for
Ski mask up on barren
No trace, of dna, doa
We know ways to make you
Make you limp, when you
Outline in white chalk
Got fagotts askin' "who's "
Benz wit' it, be e, master p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat
Ridin' through, niggas stare, like "who dat there? "
Is true dat
Takin' over,
y'all hoes be stressed
Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the
No shit, out the clips
Pull out the whips, put out the
we put on the ritz
And it's crackers before a cracker
So tell me how you like us guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And some get
Some go kill
And jump off
Some
But life's a bitch

Some sniff
And go disp
Some cats dough
And on clicks
rich
But life's a bitch

niggas kiss
And get dissed
Some go kill
And off cliffs
Some
But life's a fucking

niggas sniff
And go disp
Some want dough
And on clicks
Some
But life's a fucking